You're so fucking horny and your room just smells like weed ..
🕑 Added 2025-03-09 21:18:59 +0000 UTC
You're so fucking horny and your room just smells like weed and musk. You just start stroking yourself when suddenly you hear your phone buzz, it's a weird notice that you never really heard before. Emergency alert? Something about strange lights in the sky, a containment breach, a shelter-in-place warning. You feel like you're about to just nut a huge load, but then you hear a commotion and mumbling, groaning, rattling.You head toward the window, you look outside and there's this greenish tint to the air. OH FUCK!The sky is wrong. A swirling, pulsing green. And the streets... the streets are full of them. Men. Naked, twitching, drooling, stroking. Their bodies slick with sweat, their eyes blank and glowing. Their cocks swollen, leaking thick, shimmering green.Goon zombies.You look around town and you see men just like you walking around so confused. So confused because it's so hard to see even three feet in front of you. And it's so hard. So hard. Your penis is so hard. Everything's just so sexy right now. You just can't put your mind on it.You go deeper into the city and it's just a nightmare. There's just cars stopped along the side of the road. Some men just clinging on to light poles for dear life as their penises cum all over the floor.You take off your shirt and put it on your face. You can smell some of the cum that's on there, but it's better than smelling the potent goon gas that's poisoning the air.You're just doing every sexual depraved thing that just comes to your stupid cleaned out little mind. The first thing you know you gotta do is you gotta get on all fours and go to the nearest smelly wall.You lift up a leg and just cum right there. Then you get up and you cum on the fuckin' light pole nearby. Just pleasuring yourself everywhere and anywhere. Just another happy, happy victim of the GOON ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE.Suddenly, you lose consciousness. You are beamed up aboard The Mothership. THEY have you now.
